I made myself fragile
Because being strong
Was too difficult
And being broken
Was too painful
And I needed you
To know
To be gentle with me.
To keep being gentle with me.
Don’t call me fixed yet.
I chose life.
Life is anything but fixed.
M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)
I’m only alive because I’m too weak to kill myself and hurt everybody around me…

If this was my last day I wonder who would save me?
Who would hold me and say it’s all ok? Who would look to me with love not disappointment?
With caring not disdain?
Who would help me who would Give me a way?
Who would hold my hand and make real promises?
Who would lessen my pain who would make whole again?
Who would try to keep me in this world and not just throw me away?
Who would?

rifa:

quillpaw:

a person with mind-manipulation powers who uses them mostly to have large groups of strangers perform musical numbers in the street with them

Charles Xavier, at some point probably

nootsies:

hipsterinatardis:

snowmercury:

hauntedpamplemousse:

orcasoup:

those moments when straight people assume you’re one of them and you feel like a gay secret agent

lesbionage

bi spy 

it’s an ace case

Secret gaygent.

pan with a plan